My hands wouldn't stop trembling.

I stared at my reflection in the antique mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. Eight years ago, I'd fled this city with nothing but heartbreak and a secret growing inside me. Now I stood here, about to marry the man who had once shattered my world.

"Mom, you look like a princess," Austin said, appearing in the doorway in his miniature tuxedo, his eyes—Michael's eyes—wide with childish wonder.

My throat tightened. "Come here, you."

Austin ran to me, and I knelt carefully in my dress, pulling him close. The scent of his hair—that mix of boy and the fancy shampoo Elizabeth had...